Chapter 11 Confess Everything but Love
(Your Body Will Do the Talking)
Arabella
The command sent a pulse of heat straight to my core.
This was Kazimir at his most dominant, his most possessive, and gods help me, I loved it.
I loved the way he took control, the way he demanded exactly what he wanted.
Gods knew I fought him on everything else, but in this, there was a freedom in surrender.
I loved the fire in his eyes when he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
I reached between us, wrapping my fingers around his thick, hard length. He hissed in pleasure as I stroked him once, twice, before positioning him at my entrance. I was already wet, ready for him, my body responding to his touch with embarrassing eagerness.
I sank down onto him slowly, savoring the delicious stretch, the feeling of fullness as he filled me completely.
His hands clenched on my hips, his knuckles white. “Gods, Arabella,” he breathed, his eyes squeezed shut. “I will never, ever tire of this. Of you.”
“Look at me,” I whispered.
Kaz’s eyes snapped open, blazing with silver light.
He watched me as I began to rock against him, his gaze intense, possessive.
It was a claiming but I didn’t know who was claiming who.
His hands roamed over my body—cupping my breasts, tracing the curve of my waist, sliding down to where we were joined.
I bent to place an open-mouthed kiss on his collarbone, tracing a scar with my tongue. Kaz shuddered and ran his hand through my hair. “I’ve never…”
I pulled back to look at him, waiting.
He put his hands on either side of my face and held my gaze.
“What?” I whispered.
“I’ve never felt as close to anyone as I feel to you.”
I understood. Neither had I. I’d never allowed someone to look at me the way he did and enjoy it. Never allowed someone to know the shape of me and grant me the same privilege. Being open with him still frightened me, but now the fear was accompanied by a thrill.
Unsure what to say back, I leaned in to kiss Kazimir’s mouth. Sliding my tongue along his lower lip, tasting him as I rocked against his body.
“You feel so fucking good,” he rasped, his hips beginning to buck up to meet me. “So tight around me. Tell me you love it, Arabella. Tell me you love feeling me inside you.”
“I love it,” I whimpered, my pace quickening. The friction was exquisite, building a frantic, coiling heat deep in my belly. My world narrowed to the stretch of him inside me, the sight of his face contorted in a mask of raw pleasure, the sound of his low, guttural groans.
“Faster,” he commanded.
I obeyed, increasing the pace until I was riding him in earnest, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The world narrowed to just the pleasure and the intensity of his gaze as he watched me chase my release.
“Kaz,” I moaned. My climax shimmered on the horizon, close, so close. My thighs trembled.
His thumb found my clit, circling it with just the right pressure. “That’s it,” he coached. “Take what you want. Fuck me until you’ve taken all of me.”
His dirty talk was a current that dragged me under. My breath came in ragged gasps.
“Kaz… I’m—”
“I know,” he hissed, his hands sliding from my hips to grasp my ass, pulling me down harder onto his cock with each thrust.
That was all it took. The knot in my core tightened, tightened, and then exploded. A cry tore from my throat as waves of pleasure crashed over me. My body felt weightless, my vision blurring at the edges.
But he wasn’t done.
As I was still cresting, lost in the throes of my climax, he wrapped his powerful arms around my waist. “Oh, no you don’t,” he grunted, and then he surged up, thrusting into me with a force that stole the air from my lungs and sent a secondary, shocking wave of bliss through me. Oh!
A strangled cry ripped from my throat. The wave crashed, a violent, shattering explosion of pleasure that sent stars bursting behind my eyelids. My body convulsed around him, my muscles clenching and unclenching.
“Still coming?” he asked roughly. He thrust up again, driving me back down onto him at the same time.
“Yes,” I managed, my voice breaking.
“Again,” he demanded, and thrust again. Harder. Deeper. “Again. Again. Again.”
Three brutal, punishing thrusts that sent me spiraling, my orgasm shattering and re-forming into something even more intense, my entire body shaking with the force of it.
Kazimir buried himself deep inside me one last time. His body went rigid, and a harsh groan ripped from his throat as he came with a shuddering, violent intensity that mirrored my own. He held me tight against him, his face buried in my neck, his breath coming in harsh pants.
We collapsed against the headboard, a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs and shuddering breaths. I slumped forward, my head resting on his chest, my body limp and boneless. I could feel the frantic beat of his heart against my cheek.
We lay there for a long time, the only sound the crackle of the fire and our own ragged breathing. Eventually, his hand came up to stroke my hair.
“Better than conquering a kingdom,” he murmured. His arms were still wrapped around me, holding me tight, as if he was afraid I might just vanish into the ether.
“Mm,” I agreed languidly, smiling against his skin.
I shouldn’t have been surprised, but each time with him somehow took me to levels of bliss I didn’t know existed, with or without magic. Kazimir was insatiable, his stamina bordering on supernatural. A war god. A sex god. Was there anything he couldn’t do?
Well, yes. Be vulnerable. He was still struggling with that.
Then again, so was I.
A shadow fell across the tower, darkening the room momentarily. Kazimir tensed beneath me, his eyes narrowing as he glanced toward the window.
“It’s just Nyx,” I said, feeling the flicker of her excitement to be home through our bond. “She’s back.”
Kazimir relaxed slightly, though his expression remained wary. “The others will be following soon, then.”
I nodded. Thorne and the rest of our party would be returning to Skyspire, bringing with them news of the outpost and, presumably, our new guest, Sebastian. The thought of dealing with all of that—the reports, the strategies, the political maneuvering—was exhausting.
“I don’t want to deal with any of them today,” Kazimir grumbled, echoing my thoughts. “Not after everything else.”
I smiled, trailing my fingers down his abdomen, feeling his body stir with renewed interest beneath me. “Maybe I can persuade you to stay in bed a little longer.”
His eyes darkened with desire, and he flipped us over until the length of his body pinned mine to the bed. “If you insist, my lady.”